It's been raining all night long,
washing away selvedges of the sky,
the dimly dawn still prolongues,
the arrival of the light.

People drink their morning coffee,
leaving their homes in a haste,
as much as they add in sugar,
still left with bitter aftertaste

Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.

I rose one mourning
too the sounds
of flailing waters
on the edge
of the water gourged well

Where it declined
down into the Bally's
where no love
sake for money grows

The skies has no laments
The earth no true girt
The rocks pebble down
into Pisces of thoughts

For even they
turn to dust

A dog's life

On the dog the blazing sun pours
but closed are all the doors

hungry and thirsty and mad in heat
the asphalt burns his feet

Isn't there a kind heart
to see and feel his pain

to play God's part
as His will ordained?

Life without a roof

His bed is the pavement
roof the firmament

famished and sick
his pillow is a brick

people pass without a stare
if you're fine all else is fair

their sight is a shame
disreputes the city's fame

Where is God?

Full is His misery's cup
all muddled up
He has no clue

why nothing went fine
with his divine design
what to do!

Is all lost?*

Two gifts you still can feel
in your mind live their trace

to use them if you truly will
love and kindness*.